Month: December 1999

its pete’s birthday, i should say hello before the concert. Being John Malkovich is twisted, too much for one sitting, ill try it again. liking new rage even more. weather is warm enough to drive with an open window, understand the strange and simplicity of it, almost hit a kid accidentally, want to, come back, realize he is me years ago, huh. Mumia dead yet, supposed to be, fucking pigs. set-up chick found other pete, cool